The martial arts arena was empty and the wind was blowing. It was indeed colder than the academy.
Jiang Rao subconsciously wanted to give him her coat.
But in order to pretend to be a little fat boy, she tied several layers of cloth around her waist. If she lost one piece of clothing, her identity as a girl might be exposed.
Jiang Rao was a little embarrassed for a moment.
Then Rong Ting said, "My hands are cold."
Jiang Rao's hand was held by him, so she naturally knew that his hand was cold.
The uninterrupted medicinal baths made Rong Ting's body temperature slightly colder than that of ordinary people.
There was a coolness with a medicinal smell emanating from the fingertips, which was transmitted to Jiang Rao's skin through the tightly pressed skin.
She squatted down, held his left hand tightly with her two small hands, warmed it for a while, and then went to warm his right hand.
After a while, she felt that her hands were not so hot anymore, as if she had transferred all the warmth to his hands. Then she raised her eyes and looked into his eyes.
"Change to cold?"
The clear eyes are full of concern.
Rong Ting's reaction was to grab her hand and hold it tightly, "Yeah."
His voice was deep and weak, as if he had not yet woken up.
Rong Ting was sitting in a wheelchair, leaning back slightly, as if he had lost all his strength. Although he was tall, his face and expression showed that he was very weak, and even his long eyelashes fluttered slowly.
Jiang Rao was not surprised at all when she saw this expression. Just now in the martial arts arena, all the onlookers were only interested in seeing who would win and who would lose, but she was the only one who was worried about his frail body and was sweating from beginning to end.
However, after the change, I was just tired, not injured.
Jiang Rao let him hold her hand to keep it warm. With Jiang Youfu's status, he didn't have to worry about the rules of physical contact between men and women, but it was quite strange to see them holding hands like this.
After a while, she wanted to pull her hand away again.
But Rong Ting went even further, interlocking his fingers with hers, "Change to cold."
At a glance, he knew what Jiang Rao was struggling with, and he pulled her hand and placed it on the armrest of the wheelchair. The sleeves of the men's clothes she was wearing were particularly wide, covering both of their hands under the cloth.
When others looked over, they saw only Jiang Rao helping him hold the wheelchair.
No one knew that they were secretly holding hands under their sleeves.
Rong Ting felt both secret joy and subtle dissatisfaction in his heart.
Every time I could touch her.
He will feel satisfied and yet not enough.
The more he thought about it, the more unbearable darkness appeared in his eyes.
This is the kind of life that can only be lived secretly.
How long can he endure?
…
Back
After returning home, Shen Qinying was so angry that she fell over her desk and cried.
How many men in her past life said she was beautiful? Today, before going to the hunting ground, she spent two or three hours carefully dressing up. What right did he have to say she was ugly?
The look in Rong Ting's eyes seemed to have taken root in her mind, and she couldn't get rid of it.
Cold, disgusted, and disdainful, as if she were a dirty thing.
In his previous life, he was the emperor, so it would have been fine for him to look at her with such a mocking look, but now he was just a cripple and she was the daughter of a high-ranking official. How could he have the confidence to look at her like this? Shen Qinying suddenly wiped away the tears on her face.
She kept thinking about the scene she saw at the hunting range.
Rong Ting asked the short scholar with ordinary appearance, who seemed to be his junior fellow apprentice, to follow him.
There was no displeasure in the sight.
He has become different from his previous life.
Not only did he allow the little maid to be around him, he could also tolerate others.
Then will his final ending of becoming emperor... also change?
Shen Qinying was a little flustered, but also inexplicably excited.
She thought about all the changes she had undergone since her rebirth.
His vision suddenly brightened and he clenched his fists.
She fought hard for the chance to be reborn. Maybe she could change more things.
She didn't want to please him anymore, she wanted to prevent him from becoming emperor.
The disregard and humiliation he had inflicted on her in this life.
In return was the sword that pierced her throat in her previous life.
She would exchange them twice as much.
…
In Jinxiu Palace, a maid presented a visiting card to Queen Jiahe. Queen Jiahe glanced at it indifferently and saw that it was a card from the second daughter of the Shenque family asking to see her. She picked up the letter, glanced at it, and threw it aside, "No, no need to reply."
Shen Que had no dealings with her family, and he didn't know why his daughter suddenly wanted to see her.
Empress Jiahe thought about it, and suddenly called back her maid, "Why not write a letter instead, saying that I am ill and cannot see her."
But Empress Jiahe was in a good mood today and suddenly changed her mind.
The palace maid responded with "Yes" and went to reply.
At this time, a palace servant came back and presented the results of the seventeenth prince's riding and archery to Empress Jiahe, "Your Majesty, the seventeenth prince got A grades in both subjects."
Empress Jiahe smiled with satisfaction and asked, "Is there anything interesting on the hunting ground?"
The palace maid shook her head.
Empress Jiahe then knew that Rong Ting had not made a fool of himself as she had expected.
But when she thought of Rong Ting at the hunting ground today, watching other scholars shooting arrows and riding horses while he could only sit in a wheelchair and couldn't even move his legs, she couldn't help but lift the corners of her lips and laughed.
At this moment, a palace maid suddenly announced that Emperor Zhaowu had arrived, and Empress Jiahe hurriedly stood up to greet him.
Emperor Zhaowu maintained his cheerful mood all the way from the hunting ground to the palace. He told Empress Jiahe about the competition at the hunting ground, and then said, "I have agreed to Xiaojiu's request and let him move out of the palace."
Seeing that Empress Jiahe was shocked and wanted to stop him, he said, "I have already sent an order to the Ministry of Works to select a site for Xiaojiu to build a mansion. The imperial decree has been issued, so don't say anything to stop me."
All the words that Queen Jiahe wanted to say were stuck in her throat.
She even had to force a smile when Emperor Zhaowu said, "You should be happy that Xiaojiu has become a successful person at an early age." Even if she was gritting her teeth in her heart, she had to look happy.
…
A month later, the mansion was renovated and located in the west of the city.
Empress Jiahe could not tolerate the fact that Rong Ting's mansion was located in the most prosperous place in Jinling. She tried every possible means and finally made the people from the Ministry of Works choose a location for Rong Ting's mansion in the remote west of the city.
But it was exactly what Rong Ting wanted.
On the day of moving, the academy gave him three days off.
night.
It was three quarters past three in the afternoon, and the dew was heavy late at night.
Huai Qing was busy all day long. Before going to bed, he took a last look outside Rong Ting's room. Seeing that the window frame was not closed, he went forward to close it.
Before closing the window, he held up the lantern and glanced into the room.
The wheelchair was next to the wall. Looking at the bed, the curtains were tightly drawn and Rong Ting seemed to have fallen asleep.
Huai Qing found it strange. He had served Rong Ting for such a long time, but he seldom saw him go to bed earlier than the servants.
Huai Qing closed the window, turned around and left the yard.
But I didn't know that there was no one on the bed.
…
A black figure was almost completely hidden in the night, sitting on the eaves of a house for an unknown period of time.
In the room below, Liu was talking to her personal maid.
Liu was driven to this house in the west of the city. Several months had passed in the blink of an eye. Her face had obviously become much more haggard, as if she was really sick.
Liu could not leave the house at all and could only rely on the information obtained by the maid to find out some things about the Ning'an Marquis's Mansion.
She was particularly concerned about the movements of the fourth room, and asked her personal maid about the situation in great detail.
The personal maid said, "Just after the old lady's birthday banquet, the fourth master went to teach at the Egret Academy. He seemed to be a little angry with the old master and has not returned for a long time."
“But in recent days, it’s been better.
In exchange, he gave the old man a lot of paintings, which made it easier for him to go out and socialize, and provided him with a lot of convenience. ”
The personal maid said, "Madam, in my opinion, the Fourth Master really has no interest in the title."
Liu frowned and scolded: "You don't know what he is thinking."
"But if the Fourth Master wanted the Earl's Mansion, he would definitely use the incident at the birthday banquet as an excuse. He would never help the First Master in everything like he does now. And not long after the birthday banquet, the Fourth Madam also handed over the household affairs to the Old Madam."
Liu's face changed slightly, and she felt a little relieved.
Jiang Xingzhou's sudden return caught her off guard, and then the incident with the grain store made her determined to eliminate the fourth branch.
"Do you really think that the fourth brother is helping our family?"
The personal maid nodded heavily.
Liu's frown suddenly relaxed a little, "If he really values his elder brother so much, maybe I can go back in return?"
Liu was delighted and anxious. "Grind it for me quickly. I want to write a letter to the master and ask him to say something good about me. Maybe one day the fourth son will listen to his eldest brother and I won't have to wait until the master inherits the title. I can go back first."
She tried to figure out Jiang Xingzhou's mentality, and suddenly snorted and laughed, "I was angry with Lao Si before, but now it seems that he is just a fool."
When he thought that his elder brother had been very wary of him for a long time, and he was pouring his heart out for his elder brother, Liu felt an inexplicable pleasure.
She smiled happily, picked up the pen and wrote on the paper. After she finished, she suddenly asked angrily, "How has the girl from the fourth brother's family been doing these days?"
"I heard that the fourth girl is sick. She stays in her courtyard and rarely goes out to see people."
The personal maid said, "Oh, by the way, when the Fourth Master was traveling outside the capital, he adopted a son. I have never seen him, but I heard that the Fourth Master treated the son very well and sent him to study at the White Egret Academy. The old master heard about it and asked the Fourth Master to bring the son back to the mansion to see him. However, the Fourth Master said that the son was born dumb and was afraid of strangers, so he did not bring him back to the Ning'an Marquis's mansion."
"Adopted son?" Liu felt more and more that Fourth Master Jiang might not really be interested in inheriting the Earl's Mansion. "What's the point of adopting a mute? Fourth Master Jiang is really being too kind."
She curled her lips and smiled, "If it were that girl, she would be so sick, she would deserve it."
All the suffering she is going through now is caused by Jiang Rao. Liu's eyes are filled with jealousy and hatred. "She might as well die of illness. If she wasn't so lucky, she would have died a few years ago. How could she be alive now?"
The personal maid was about to
Just as he was about to say something, he heard two cracking sounds above his head and two blue bricks fell down.
They hit Liu's head one after another, and blood gushed out immediately.
The personal maid screamed immediately.
Liu's eyes were full of stars. She covered the wound on her head. Her hands were bloody and warm. She asked in a trembling voice, "Who's there?"
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